A PARADISE OP FERNS. 
3i 
Our lane still winds onwards and upwards, now 
widening as if to afford a prospect of the rich scenery 
lying below us, now sinking between high hedges, 
which get higher and higher as the steep path 
contends with the steeper hill. At length we reach 
the brow of the acclivity, and turning round, we 
can command one of the finest prospects in all 
England. Away straight below us lie clustering 
houses, beautifully embowered in orchards and 
fruit-gardens, with the church spire rising calmly up 
above the whole. On the right of the town, still 
away below us, the eye delightedly rests on a wide 
extent of undulating meadows and tree-covered 
uplands. Beyond, the wooded uplands rise steeper 
and steeper, until in the dim horizon a line of lofty 
hills, looming grandly up against the sky, bounds 
the view. Far away in the same direction, the 
sunlight is reflected from the silvery stream of the 
Dart, where, flowing at the feet of two wooded hills, 
it brightly contrasts with the dark lines of trees. 
To the left of the town, in the dim distance, are 
seen the wild moorlands stretching away far over 
the country. There the lovely Dart takes its rise, 
